Story no. 45. I have been working with wool a LOT in the last week.
As always, illustration to follow. UPDATE ON July 8th, 2018: Not only is there now an illustration, you can purchase a print on my Society6 page.
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The woman was tall, rawboned, with striking red-brown hair pulled into a thick plait. She wore a dress of the spectacular cloth Dominguez had come to the mountains looking for. It glowed in the sunlight glancing down the tiles of the roof, with the same deep sheen and subtle patterns as the delicate shawl which had made its way to the court. Unlike the shawl, it was tattered around the seams and hems, clearly a garment that had been worn long and often.
She stood with her back to Dominguez. Every other minute she threw her right arm up into the air, letting a spindle of dark wood drop from her fingertips, whirling. The thread that kept it from hitting the ground was so fine it was barely visible in the late sun. Before his eyes could do more than trace the glimmer of fiber, she snatched the spindle out of the air and wound thread around it furiously.
Here, then, was the master artisan he sought.